I do not consider myself a writer nor a photographer. Before the pandemic I didn’t really have the time or desire to document my observations of the natural world.
Since the pandemic, when not arranging flowers or meeting with customers, I have been fortunate to more clearly see the world outside my door, whether it be driving through Far Hills or the rolling hills of my beloved Vermont. I have been going to Vermont since I was 4. The roads, mountains and streams are a part of me as much as anything else.
December 2018 – This is a photo of a full moon over the Taconic Mountain range from the Vermont farmhouse.